Heart obsessed I am. Ohhhhhhh YES, let me count thy ways.
I am pretty sure my obsession of finding hearts or should I say, hearts finding me, has hit an all time high.
I was on the treadmill doing my speedy little walk.......minding my own business. I was feeling OK on the treadmill because it was -22 degrees outside. That's colder than a witches tit, some would say.
I looked over at a pile of toys on the floor as I sped up. Suddenly, something heart shaped-ish caught my eye. It couldn't be I thought. Not 16 minutes into my pounding the moving belt. Like I need any more distractions to get off of this thing.
Oh my but it was! ! ! !
I thought I might be hallucinating at my fascination, but it was real. It was a plastic heart shaped message calling my name. An invitation from BARBIE of all people!!!!
Yes, that's right......BARBIE likes hearts too, apparently. And her accessory was eagerly awaiting a dive into my Golden molding paste.
I literally had 20 minutes & 30 seconds left before I could ditch these Nike "Free" (my arse) runners & put my new heart shape to use in my new painting.
For the next 20 minutes I fixated over the plan.
First, I would slap the canvas with thick molding paste & then I would press the plastic heart into its gooey-ness until it imprinted that heart. It was ideal. It was a broken heart shape, with ridges and bumps and all! I could feel the excitment building. :-)
One issue..........
.I just didn't want BARBIE to get all the credit. I didn't want her name to transfer onto the canvas. That Matel logo so deeply embedded in the plastic heart. If I pressed too hard into the paste on my canvas, it would be all over.........she, that bitch would gain the FAME! ! !
I mean BARBIE already has that skinny thing going for her.........she doesn't really need this too does she? ?
?
Forget that I told myself.
It's not going to be a BARBIE BITCH moment. Her & Britney can go hang out in their plastic castles and discuss their Ken's. Maybe even shave each others hair & french kiss for all I care. Just leave me and my mixed media out of it.
This was my time!
An hour later, my mission was complete. I stood looking at my new mixed media painting. I was beaming,
UNTIL
I heard my daughter coming to see me.
CRAP, I thought! I just ruined one of her toys without thinking! ! ! ! !
I tensed waiting for her reaction............... the consequence of my heart shaped obsession was about to show its ugly truth.
"Momma, how did you do those hearts?????"
I hold up the dirty evidence to show her my truth.
"Ohhh, you can keep it Momma........ I dont play with that BARBIE anyway".
Phewwwww.....................
Barbie : BIG FAT ZERO (I stress fat)
Tara : WON! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Hey, if ever they make a pill for this "Obsessive Compulsive Heart Shaped Finding Disorder" then I
hope it's heart shaped. ♥
Much love,
Tara
I am pretty sure my obsession of finding hearts or should I say, hearts finding me, has hit an all time high.
I was on the treadmill doing my speedy little walk.......minding my own business. I was feeling OK on the treadmill because it was -22 degrees outside. That's colder than a witches tit, some would say.
I looked over at a pile of toys on the floor as I sped up. Suddenly, something heart shaped-ish caught my eye. It couldn't be I thought. Not 16 minutes into my pounding the moving belt. Like I need any more distractions to get off of this thing.
Oh my but it was! ! ! !
I thought I might be hallucinating at my fascination, but it was real. It was a plastic heart shaped message calling my name. An invitation from BARBIE of all people!!!!
Yes, that's right......BARBIE likes hearts too, apparently. And her accessory was eagerly awaiting a dive into my Golden molding paste.
I literally had 20 minutes & 30 seconds left before I could ditch these Nike "Free" (my arse) runners & put my new heart shape to use in my new painting.
For the next 20 minutes I fixated over the plan.
First, I would slap the canvas with thick molding paste & then I would press the plastic heart into its gooey-ness until it imprinted that heart. It was ideal. It was a broken heart shape, with ridges and bumps and all! I could feel the excitment building. :-)
One issue..........
.I just didn't want BARBIE to get all the credit. I didn't want her name to transfer onto the canvas. That Matel logo so deeply embedded in the plastic heart. If I pressed too hard into the paste on my canvas, it would be all over.........she, that bitch would gain the FAME! ! !
I mean BARBIE already has that skinny thing going for her.........she doesn't really need this too does she? ?
?
Forget that I told myself.
It's not going to be a BARBIE BITCH moment. Her & Britney can go hang out in their plastic castles and discuss their Ken's. Maybe even shave each others hair & french kiss for all I care. Just leave me and my mixed media out of it.
This was my time!
An hour later, my mission was complete. I stood looking at my new mixed media painting. I was beaming,
UNTIL
I heard my daughter coming to see me.
CRAP, I thought! I just ruined one of her toys without thinking! ! ! ! !
I tensed waiting for her reaction............... the consequence of my heart shaped obsession was about to show its ugly truth.
"Momma, how did you do those hearts?????"
I hold up the dirty evidence to show her my truth.
"Ohhh, you can keep it Momma........ I dont play with that BARBIE anyway".
Phewwwww.....................
Barbie : BIG FAT ZERO (I stress fat)
Tara : WON! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Hey, if ever they make a pill for this "Obsessive Compulsive Heart Shaped Finding Disorder" then I
hope it's heart shaped. ♥
Much love,
Tara
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